Give All To Love
Give
all
to
love;
Obey
thy
heart;
Friends,
kindred,
days,
Estate,
good
fame,
Plans,
credit,
and
the
muse;
Nothing
refuse.
'Tis
a
brave
master,
Let
it
have
scope,
Follow
it
utterly,
Hope
beyond
hope;
High
and
more
high,
It
dives
into
noon,
With
wing
unspent,
Untold
intent;
But
'tis
a
god,
Knows
its
own
path,
And
the
outlets
of
the
sky.
'Tis
not
for
the
mean,
It
requireth
courage
stout,
Souls
above
doubt,
Valor
unbending;
Such
'twill
reward,
They
shall
return
More
than
they
were,
And
ever
ascending.
Leave
all
for
love;—
Yet,
hear
me,
yet,
One
word
more
thy
heart
behoved,
One
pulse
more
of
firm
endeavor,
Keep
thee
to-day,
To-morrow,
for
ever,
Free
as
an
Arab
Of
thy
beloved.
Cling
with
life
to
the
maid;
But
when
the
surprise,
Vague
shadow
of
surmise,
Flits
across
her
bosom
young
Of
a
joy
apart
from
thee,
Free
be
she,
fancy-free,
Do
not
thou
detain
a
hem,
Nor
the
palest
rose
she
flung
From
her
summer
diadem.
Though
thou
loved
her
as
thyself,
As
a
self
of
purer
clay,
Tho'
her
parting
dims
the
day,
Stealing
grace
from
all
alive,
Heartily
know,
When
half-gods
go,
The
gods
arrive.
